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It is a strange kind of love that leaves a man in a lie for fear that the truth will make him unhappy

Happiness is a transitory positive feeling governed by mere external circumstance. Like the morning dew, it may glisten for a moment but will quickly burn away when the sun rises.

For a man living in the darkness of a happy lie the truth is like the sun, penetrating to expose its falsity to the light. At first, this may cause the man to be unhappy. Torn from the comfort of the happy lie in which he was living, he may wish you had never told him, that he had never seen the truth. Pulled from the pit of darkness the sun stings eyes unaccustomed to light.

But just as happiness is transitory, so shall be the man’s unhappiness. Eventually he will see that knowledge of the truth was necessary to release him from the darkness of the lie; that he is now free to pursue joy rather than settle for happiness, and that is a far better thing.

For joy is not transitory and dependent, but eternal and immune to external circumstance. It is the stainless steel of the soul. Momentary unhappiness is a small price to pay to obtain the eternal reward of joy.

 Thus, it is a strange kind of love that leaves a man in a lie for fear that the truth will make him unhappy.